Story of a Forbidden Half-Angel

Nephilim Ch. 1

Ch. 1

I am one of the Nephilim. A half-angel. This was a secret kept even from my own knowing till very recently, but once I knew this explained everything.

It explained why I was beautiful and had features like a doll while my father was plain-looking spoke in a gruff voice - though he was very kind-hearted - while I had a voice that tinkled like silver bells.

Of course, it also explains why yesterday, I had everything taken away from me, and why I am now running for my life.

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My mother was an angel, but not like the ones you hear of in bedtime stories or the ones people suppose are in heaven.

Angels are immortal beings devoid of any humanity - in other words, they are perfect. They do not have misguiding emotions clouding their judgement, and this ensures that angels are just and fair - and without mercy.

They exist in this earth to "protect" humans and to exterminate demons, not because they like it, but because it is what is right. Saying they are kind is the wrong word, since they are hardly doing this out of the goodness of their heart.

That is what angels are.

Beautiful. Strong. Heartless.

They cannot feel joy, they cannot feel sorrow, they cannot love.

At least, that's what it's supposed to be. Despite their so called perfection, angels have been wrong in the past. Like humans, angels also have a few dark blemishes in the history of their kind. Like my mother.

To them, humans are imperfect creatures consumed with evil, so angels are forbidden to be associated personally with them, in fear of the pure being tainted. This rule was established in ancient times, when the first angel fell in love with a human woman. The archangel Michael, had borne a son with his beloved, but of course, he received judgement. Michael was hunted down, and his family were killed, including the little half-angel baby who had just sprouted his wings.

They. Were. Killed.

All in the interest of doing what is pure and good.

And in short since I am a Nephilim, I am not supposed to exist, in the angels' eyes me being alive is an abomination itself.

That's why I'm in danger of being killed by the oh-so-saintly - angels who are supposedly devoted to protecting humans. Ironic, but I'm not exactly seeing the humour of the situation right now.